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bananaminbaby · 2 years

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toji fluff I BEG😩😩

You're right anon, we NEED toji fluff 😔

pairing: Toji x gn!reader

cw: none? Just talks about summer heat and sweat

You and Toji had just finished cleaning the house. Cabinets are dust free, stovetop is clean, floors and windows are shiny and your bed has fresh linen.

You were thankful for the occasional wind that blows through the house because the heat was starting to get unbearable.

"Ugh, its too hot and sticky," you wiped your sweat using the bottom of your shirt.

Toji, who was collecting the dirty rags, stopped on his tracks to look at you. He glanced at you and snickered, "Yuck."

You gasped at the offensive reply, "Yuck? You and your rags are yuck."

"Sure, hon," he nods along, "pass me that," he points at the yellow rag on the floor next to you.

In your tired state, bending down just seemed too energy taxing, so you sat down before throwing the rag to his direction.

The floor, on contact with your skin was so nice and cold that you sighed in relief. You rolled up your shorts further up and laid down.

God bless these tiles. You wriggled around trying to make as much contact as possible with the floor.

Seeing his partner wriggling around in the middle of the living room was funny, Toji thinks. "What are you doing?" He laughs.

You look down to look at him, "cooling down?" You gave him a look that said, duh. "Join me," you waved him over.

Toji didn't move, instead he lifts an eyebrow and says, "You're getting sweat on the floors, you know."

"Uh, I mopped the floor. So you don't get to complain," you pointed at him. And once again, you waved him over, making grabby hands and giving him an over exaggerated pout.

Admitting defeat, Toji shook his head and finally made his way to you, bending down and laying down. And despite his refusals, he gave a content sigh when he felt the cold floor.

"You're welcome," you snickered.

Toji looked at you for a second and a mischievous smile crept up on his face. Took you a second to realise, but it was a second too late.

He lunged at you, throwing his arm around your head, securing you next to him and his other hand reaches your side and tickles you.

"No! Stop! Stop! Toji-ah!" You were wriggling even more in his grasp, trying to push yourself off him.

Laughter just kept on pouring out of the both of you. "You've gotten so bratty, huh?".

"Time out! Time out!" You pleaded.

Toji didn't let you go until a few seconds later and as soon as he did, you sat up huffing.

He looked at your dishevelled state and laughed. To which you sent him a glare, "You just made me sweat a bunch more," you whined.

"You nasty," he said. You looked at him as if he'd grown another head, the audacity- "-but you're my nasty."

You froze. Then it made you burst out in laughter a second later, "What the heck, Toji!"

In the midst of your laughter, he slid his arm around your hip to pull you onto him. You felt his chest rumble as he laughs away too.

When the laughter died down, you lifted your head up and propped your chin on his chest. "Shower?" You asked, "with me?"

"Hell yeah," He stood up from under you and easily pick you up before making his way to the bathroom.

#This was so healing thank you for the ask <333 #jazzy{writes}#toji fushiguro #toji fluff #toji x reader #toji x y/n #toji fic #jjk #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #jjk imagines #jjk fic

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bananaminbaby · 2 years

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THIS

MATSUKAWA ISSEI

#mattsun's big cock is what i want for christmas #matsukawa issei #matsukawa smut #haikyuu smut

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bananaminbaby · 2 years

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Me opening my request box because i have no self control, despite knowing that I'll probably be bombarded with uni work soon

Requests are open btw <3

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bananaminbaby · 2 years

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Can i just say that out of no where i got this massive fear of rejection and for some reason i was so convinced that my recent nanami fic flopped so hard, that i was scared to open tumblr

That was weird

#jazzy{rambles}

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bananaminbaby · 2 years

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medea pleaseee my hand kink is going out of control 😭😭

JEAN'S HANDS

on this ep of jean brainrot: his hands <3 and bc i'm touch starved and going feral there are some NSFW things under the cut hehe

he kisses your knucles like this, absolutely adores your hands regardless of how they look or feel. his kisses reassure that while his other hand holds you close, so you can murmur sweetly in his ear. just imagine when he brushes his lips against your hands while making eye contact omg.

jean's hands are more on the softer side, i feel like he's the type to take really good care by moisturising them. the veins that are visible aren't too prominent, but when he flexes....

hold your breath

wears silver rings, loves the simplicity of them and it looks stylish too. bonus points if you wear silver rings too bc now you can be matching <3

there's always some form of physical contact when you're with him, hand on your thigh as he drives. on cold days he'll warm up your hands bc his are like a furnace. in the mornings he has a habit of wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his chest.

ok ok now.....

sometimes you both indulge in an oil massage session starting off slow, pushing and releasing all the knots away. then it becomes a little bit more sensual, his fingers accidentally brush in a way that makes you moan involuntarily. of course your pleas don't go unnoticed, this man will tease you relentlessly until you're begging him to let you cum

dragging his thick fingers through your folds, taking his now glistening fingers and sucking them clean. it's the way he looks at you that makes even more erotic.

and the way they curl as you're whining and clenching around him almost makes him cum right then and there. your thighs are threatening to close around him. he uses his palm to gently open them up again

"don't hide from me love, wanna feel you clench around my fingers"

holds your hand during missionary, squeezing tight while pounding into you and whispering praises in your ear. grips your ass and spanks lightly when he hits it from behind

"god i love the way you feel."

"fuck baby, you're taking me so well. that's my good girl."

he goes absolutely crazy when you get loud, one hand sliding up your body in between your breasts then clasping over your mouth, his lips parted against your ear reminding you to quiet down.

[@killerbananas @dukina @ofallthingswhythis @toshji @shrekisshrimpthesimp]

#jazzy{reads}#aot smut #jean smut

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bananaminbaby · 2 years

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help! my tap is leaking!

pairing: Nanami x reader

cw: 18+ content - minors dni, penetrative, unprotected sex, degredation, creampie, cheating

note: part of jupiter's ( @luvjiro ) The Hub Collab. I just couldn't keep hot neighbour Nanami in my drafts for any longer.

New neighbourhood brings about new sounds, new scenery, new people and new... well, issues.

To be fair it started off innocent. Exchanging smiles as you're walking past, saying hellos and good mornings, the obligatory 'how was your week?'.

That turned to finding out a shared fondness to sweets and cakes that lead to giving home baked goods every now and then. Then, when trouble arrived and there was no one to save you, he came along naturally, fixing your taps and car.

Every meet was accompanied with lingering stares that seem to be doing more action than the shy and 'accidental' touches. You were well aware of the tension in the air and you think, so is he.

Everyday your actions get bolder and as expected, his reaction to it is as forward as you'd hope.

"Hey Nanami, thanks for coming over," you said as you opened the door for the man.

He easily slid in and already familiar with you house, he made his way to your kitchen unprompted. "No worries, I was free today, so anything to take my boredom away is welcomed," he sent you a charming smile.

Nanami settled his toolbox down next to him once he made it to your kitchen, "So, did this just happen?" He asked, gesturing to your leaking tap.

"Yes, oh my God. I turned it on this morning and it sprayed everywhere and now it won't stop dripping. It even got onto my favourite nightdress," you pouted.

"Oh no, you poor thing," he placed his hand on your shoulder apologetically. Then, he bent down to open the cabinet, "I bet all of that must've scared you and got you wet all over," Nanami glanced back at you, making your breath hitch. His eyes confidently met yours then his gaze slid down to your chest, and before he turned away, you didnt miss the little smirk that sat on his lips.

Oh okay, two can play this game.

Nanami was settling onto his knees when you replied, "Oh, it was horrible. Drenched everything- had to change out of my bra, and I didn't have any more of those everyday bras, so I had to go with my fancy bra."

"Oh really? Bet it suits you real well, doll," He winked. Nanami meant that wholeheartedly and you know that he does. That one comment made butterflies in your stomach and all of a sudden you were like a teenage girl blushing over something a boy said.

"Oh, stop it you," you nudged his shoulder, to which he only chuckled.

You figured that you'd be more useful preparing drinks and snacks for him rather than just standing there. You got the cups from the cabinet and was filling it out with ice water when he called you over, "Can you give me a hand for a sec?"

You walked back to where he was, finding Nanami on his back, fiddling on the pipes in the cabinet. "Yeah, what do you need?"

"I need a third hand- can you hold this bit for me?"

Nodding, you got down on your knees next to him and reached in. You couldn't really see where it was.

"Where is it?"

"It's deeper in," he said.

You tried to lean forward more, but your face was already smushed on the top of the cabinet.

"Hold on," You took your arm out and swung your legs across Nanami. "Can't see where it is," the position allowed you to sneak your head in to see what he was referring to.

What you didn't realise was that you were basically pasting your torso on Nanami's chest. He could feel your boobs fall on his chest and your crotch on his lower stomach. And when you tried to look into the cabinet, he was face to face with your cleavage, which was poorly covered by the shirt you were wearing. And it sure did show your fancy white bra that had pretty, dainty laces decorating it.

Nanami took a big gulp. This was the closest he's been to you. He could feel his dick react to what he was seeing and he's having a hard time peeling his gaze off of it.

"Is it here- Ah! There it is!" Your fingers brushed his, catching his attention, "I got it!" You looked down at him excitedly, only to find him already looking at you.

Once again, your breath hitched. He was close. Very close. And suddenly you were hyper aware of everything, what you're sitting on and what you're touching.

You watched as the side of his lips hitched up to a smirk. "You sure did, doll. Good girl." His comment made your pussy clench and he sure did felt that.

When you tried to shuffle back because of it, Nanami took a firm grasp of your hip. "Ah ah- I still need your hand, don't I?" He asked, lifting an eyebrow.

"O-oh yeah, sorry."

Nanami went back to fixing and not long after he was done. "Okay, that should do it."

You got off him and stood up. And sure enough the tap wasn't dripping anymore. Nanami reached out from behind you and turned the tap on. "There you go, all fixed," you could feel him standing very close to you, but not quite touching you.

"Oh thank you so much, Nanami. I wouldn't know what to do with out your help," you said as you turned around.

Nanami placed his hands on your sides, caging you in. "No worries, doll. Always glad to help a neighbour in need."

"Well, I should thank you for your help, shouldn't I?" You look up to him with a teasing smile. You knew that he knew what you were talking about, judging by the step that he took towards you. "How about I grab my wallet from my bedroom?" You teased.

Nanami chuckled, "how about we do something else in your bedroom?" He placed his hands on your waist, pulling you flush against him.

You pretended to think about his suggestion. "Hmmm... I don't know.. What can we do there?"

And Nanami plays along saying, "Well, I was thinking of something like," he says as he inches closer, "me and you," he comes closer, "on the bed," and closer, "doing something," his nose touches yours, "like this", finally he pushes his lips onto yours.

You stood on your toes to deepen the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Mmph... Jump, doll." You jump and he easily holds you up by your thighs.

"Bedroom?" He asks. With you giving directions, Nanami made his way to your bedroom and as soon as he reached your bed, he slowly lowered you on it, his mouth not leaving yours.

But when it does, you chase it, a string of saliva still connecting your lips. His big hands cups the side of your face. Then it slides down. Down to your neck, where he gives it a light squeeze.

"You're sure with this, pretty? You're gonna let me ruin you and your pretty little pussy too?" He asks.

You grab a hold of his forearm and nodded, "I'm yours to use."

Nanami smiled at your answer. Its just what he wants to hear. He slots his mouth on yours again, and his hands make quick work to undress you and himself.

"That bra sure does look good on ya, doll," he snaps the band of the bra, making you giggle. "Surprise?"

"Mmm.. sure is a nice surprise. Though I think I like you without it."

Once his underwear comes off, you push him back by his shoulders. You tell him to settle on the pillows. So there he sits, leg spread open, his cock already hard, one hand stroking it and the other splayed to the side.

You made your way between his legs and gave him a quick peck before moving down to his neck where you leave another kiss. Your hand grabs a hold of his cock, stroking it following his hands.

You swipe the precum off his tip and dove down. Almost half of his cock is swallowed by you and everytime you bob down you make sure to look up to him.

Nanami's abs contracts at each sharp breath he takes in. His eyebrows furrowing and hus lips parted letting his groans and grunts escape.

His cock was twitching in your mouth. Everytime you dive in deeper, his hips bucks slightly. You don't mind. Rather, you reward him by flattening your tongue against the two veins that run along his length.

"F-fuck... That's it, God you're so good."

When his dick twitches again, you gave it one last suck before coming up. His eyes follow yours, waiting for your next move. But when you settle your legs on the sides of his, he pulls you closer by the waist.

His hands run down to your ass where he spreads it. His lips connects with your neck, he feels it vibrate as you moan. Thick fingers circle your clit before going past it to finally sink into your cunt.

You gasp at the feeling and he took this chance to push his tongue in your mouth.

"Mmhm.. you're soaked, angel. You hear that?" He pushes his fingers in, making a wet squelching noise, "mmm... My fingers must feel so good in this tight pussy of yours..."

Looking at how his fingers continue to disappear in you, makes you impatient to have his cock split you open. "P-please, Nanami... I need you," you beg him.

"Hmm... Should I give it to you?" He asks, smiling at your scrunched up face. "Should I give you what you want?"

Not able to form words together, you fervently nod.

"You promise you'll be a good girl for me?" You can feel Nanami aligning his cock as it brushes against your pussy.

"I promise."

He crashes his lips on yours as he lowers you down. His thick cock sheathing its way in and you moan against his lips. You feel full when his entire length sits in you. Tip to your cervix and you pant against his ear.

Nanami doesn't wait, he grabs a handful of your ass and drags it up and down his cock. The way your cunt squeezes his cock is just so delicious and your desperate moans just fuels him on.

He takes a look at you all whinny and already looking fucked out. It makes him want to ruin you more. So he grabs a hold of your thighs and lifts you up before pushing you on the bed.

You gasp at the sudden movement, but you don't get a lot of time to think when he pushes your thighs against your stomach and gave a hard thrust.

"Ah! Oh God! N-Nanami! Too m-much," you try to push him back by his stomach, but Nanami just looked at you and smirked.

"Too much? Aww.. can't take it?" He slows down his strokes to a shallow grind. "This pussy can't take my cock, huh?"

His shallow thrusts barely helps. Every grind against you clit felt so good. "Or maybe is it because you've never been fucked this good before?" His hand came up from your thighs to grab yours, entwining your fingers.

"Your husband doesn't fuck you like this hm?" He gave a particularly hard thrust as he lifts your entwined hand to kiss on the diamond ring that was resting on your ring finger.

All of a sudden the ring felt heavier than normal. It didn't help either when Nanami doesn't stop his hard thrusts when he started taunting you. "I bet he doesn't know that his wife is such a slut," he said as he pinched your nipple.

You were embarrassed but pleasure was clouding your conscience - couldn't even string words together, so all you could do was whine.

"I bet he asks you why you won't close the blinds everytime you have sex," his hand creeps up your chest, to your neck then to cup your chin. Then he turns your chin to the side and suddenly you were looking straight out of your window to the house next door - his.

"Yeah, I can see it everytime - I can see him fuck you everytime he comes home from his trips," he turns your head back.

"But I can tell that you weren't thinking about his dick. Right, slut?" He asks.

When you don't reply, too lost in the pleasure, he once again grabs you by your chin and slows down his pace.

"Answer me. Or are you already too fucked out to answer?" He lifts an eyebrow.

"Whose dick-" thrust, "were you thinking about-" thrust, "when your husband is on top of you-" thrust, "fucking you on this bed?"

Every push of his cock was making your brain turn to mush. But his strong grip on your jaw made you scramble for an answer.

"Nghh.. ah! Y-yours..." You rasped out.

"Huh? What was that?"

"Ah! Y-yours! Yours N-Nanami! I-I think about y-your cock.."

An odd sense of pride filled his chest and satisfied with the answer, Nanami took a hold of your hips. The snap of his hips fasten and he pulls your hips down to meet his.

"Such a good girl... Nghh, fuck your cunt feels so good..."

You gripped on his arm, trying to ground yourself from the intense pleasure that you were feeling.

"N-Nanami, ah! F-feels good.."

You could feel yourself approaching your climax, the pleasure ballooning and your cunt clenching on his dick harder.

"I-I'm gonna cum.. oh God, 'Namin..."

His thumb moved to circle your clit, "Cum for me, angel. Go on..."

He fastened the pace of both his dick and thumb, making you scream at the overwhelming stimulation.

You came as you moaned and blabbered his name, all you felt was the pleasure and his hard cock that was still hammering into you.

He was close too, his cock twitched in you. The clench of your cunt felt so good, it makes it harder for him to pull out.

"W-where do you want it?" He asks.

"In me - don't pull out," your hands finds his once more.

The thought of filling you up was what pushed him over the edge. He came inside you. You could feel it. His cum splurting out, painting your cunt white.

He softly pulls out of you, and lays down beside you. Both of you still panting when you moved to lay your head on his chest.

His hand finds your ring adorned ones as he pulls you closer to him. He decided that it was a conversation for later.

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bananaminbaby · 2 years

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hold up samu big dick so true but what about atsumu(?) idk if twins have the same size

Yeah, you got a point, i was thinking about it too 😏

But samu just has more big dick energy yk? I mean idk abt human biology but i think that even twins would have slight differences.

I think atsumu is not as thick as his twin. They'll be about the same length, but he's just not as girthy as samu. But don't worry i think he still knows how to give a good fuck 🤭

#jazzy{writes}#miya atsumu #miya osamu #jazzy{asks}

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bananaminbaby · 2 years

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Are you kidding me??!?!

92? 92 of you cool peeps thought that my writing was good enough 😭😭

I honestly didn't think we'd get here so quick. But I appreciate you guys so much, nevertheless.

Also! I just finished my hot neighbour Nanami fic for a collab I'm doing so keep an eye out!

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bananaminbaby · 2 years

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no but after nanami marries you his missions are just “my wife is waiting for me at home she’ll be furious if i miss dinner” and “it’s date night tonight therefore i would appreciate your cooperation” before he proceeds to beat tf out of a cursed spirit

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bananaminbaby · 2 years

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jjk men as the 'they're a 10 but' trend

characters: nanami, gojo, geto, toji, sukuna, megumi, yuuji x gn!reader

cw: none

Nanami

He's a 10 but he asks for fresh chips and nuggets everytime

Yes, surprisingly, Nanami eats junk food and but in those rarities, he only eats the fresh (don't ask me on the thinking behind this).

No matter you pleads and claims against the union that you make, he won't budge. I guess he's lowkey a karen in these situations, but at least he won't get mad at the broken ice cream machine.

Gojo

He's a 10 but he steals your favourite face oil and refuses to replace it

Okay, this is actually quite annoying. But your face oil is good. Like good good. And he notices your skin glowing everytime you use it, so he gives it a try too. And the next morning, voila! His skin is soft and glowy like a baby's bum.

Now, he's their no.1 fan, avid supporter and top liker. But now that your face oil is also going down at a very fast rate, he refuses to buy you one because apparently, he's just 'taking a little bit out of it'.

Geto

He's a 10 but he thinks he can sing sia's chandelier

You honestly love this man and his pride wholeheartedly. But God forbid the radio station plays Chandelier.

The car suddenly feels like a torture chamber and its not really because he's tone deaf or anything. Its just that he cant quite reach the note, so he figured that he'll just be loud. Like loud.

And you didnt really have the heart to tell him otherwise when he looks proud of himself afterwards.

Toji

He's a 10 but he vacuums the house at 4 am

You just got a new dyson vacuum. Yes its new, yes its very easy to use and it cleans well. Fair enough, he's excited to use it. But now, he cleans every single little mess that he finds around the house.

A couple of hair strands on the floor? Vroom. Biscuit crumbs on the table? Vroom. Megumi's eraser dusts? Vroom. Even the the corner tear of this chocolate drink that he made himself at 4am that he couldn't be bothered to pick up. So he gets the dyson to vacuum it up. And sure enough, once he vacuums a small bit, he starts to notice the other parts of the house that are dirty.

Sukuna

He's a 10 but eats everything with wasabi

I mean sure, omelette w wasabi is okay. Sushi? Obviously. Pizza? Sure. Tomato soup? Uhh.. maybe not?. But he tries to eat his cheesecake with wasabi?

He's got a small tube of wasabi wherever he goes. Its his personal dipping sauce and gravy. You think that you're only lucky that his stomach can actually take all of that spiciness.

Megumi

He's a 10 but he sleeps on the sofa so that his dogs can take the bed

Bless this man and his dogs. Honestly. Cute. But the sofa doesn't fit two people. And the bed can barely guarantee a good night's sleep with a grown person and two large dogs on it.

His dogs have their beds and blankets, but i guess he's just too soft for them. So he takes the sofa and you get swaddled up by his dogs every night.

Itadori

He's a 10 but he drinks his bubble tea extra sweet

You're honestly worried that he'll get some sort of health problems from drinking too much sugar. But then he seems to have fast metabolism so surely its fine?

His go to is 125% sugar. Store clerks always gets confused when they take his order. He then had to explain to do 100% sugar then an extra 25%. He hasn't got a particularly sweet tooth, but bubble tea seems to be an exception. You think that maybe this is a way to prevent other people from stealing his drink, because you're for sure not going to drink it.

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bananaminbaby · 2 years

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You guys eekshsjhdhd 🥺😭💗💞💖💕

I didn't realise we were hitting the 70s so quick! Im glad you found my writings to your liking, even though i only update like once every 3 months

Though i do find my account kinda quiet, so don't be scared to chat with me (I dont bite)!

They don't have to be requests and anons are welcomed 🤗

#jazzy{rambles}#i love and appreciate all 73 of you #i hope you have a good day today muah #haikyuu #jujutsu kaisen #attack on titan

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bananaminbaby · 2 years

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to anyone that's been made to feel like they can't talk about their special interests/hyperfixations I'm sorry.

you deserve to have people who will listen to you. you're allowed to be excited and passionate about things. you should be given the time and space to talk about the things you love. you are not a burden for wanting to do so.

i think the way you light up when you talk about the things you love is amazing, and you deserve to surround yourself by people who think the same.

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bananaminbaby · 2 years

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Is anybody on rn? I kinda want to chat :))

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Jump the Gun (And Into His Arms)

Summary: Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, athletic trainer, educated in the United States, avid fan of Godzilla, and polo shirt aficionado. According to your best friend, you are also 27 and lover of men who wear polo shirts and/or Godzilla costumes. It is a match made in heaven if his arms can even be considered that.

Genre: fluff; comedy (debatable); meet cute; Tinder matchup; your best friend is referred to as Bestie; reader is a market research analyst because this is my self-insert; slightly ooc Iwaizumi because I usually write him a little more embarrassed and romantically clumsy than this

Word count: 2k. help

A/n: there is no plot. This is me getting carried away saying Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, athletic trainer way too many times.

You thud into him, impact hunching you over for balance as you stutter back, and when you look up, your whole life flashes before your eyes. Your future actually. Your future is flashing before your eyes, but not so much flashing. He’s actually pretty solid and staring at you with a concerned but also slightly uneasy expression.

“Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, athletic trainer.” You whisper before you can even stop yourself. Hands cover your mouth a second too late, eyes widening at the words you just spoke into existence and you watch his face contort into actual horror.

You wish he’d take a step back so you have room to breathe. Should you? Or would that make you more suspicious? Does it even matter, because really, can you even recover from this?

When he finds his voice, all he says is, “Yes?”

It’s tentative and it feels like a loaded question. Like, yes, that is me, albeit I admit this unwillingly. Like, yes, that is me but how did you know that? Like yes, that is me but why did you say it like that?

“I– uhm,” You lift up the phone in your hand, pointing at it, but the excuse fades away because how can you find the words that describe what has happened in the last thirty minutes?

You hear your best friend screaming behind you before you even see her. Iwaizumi startles at the frantic sound and instinctively grabs your wrist as if to pull you back. (What the heck? Is this even real?) Hardly having any time to process the meaning of the physical contact, you’re pummeled from behind by your best friend.

“Give me my phone back!” She yells as she tries to crawl past your shoulders, reaching for your outstretched hand that is holding her phone, and consecutively being held by Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, athletic trainer as well.

“Miss. Can we calm–” He tries to start, but you cut him off with harsh whispers.

“Bestie. Bestie.” It’s a futile attempt to be discrete, but admittedly a valiant effort to save some bit of your dignity.

“Don’t bestie me.” She retorts back, aggressive as ever. Granted, you deserve this. A nice outing with your friend where she reveals she’s selflessly created a Tinder account for you over salad bowls and yuzu spritzers did not warrant a high speed chase on a lovely Sunday afternoon with her phone in your hand and her desperately trying to catch up after having to throw a wad of cash on the table since you decided to stiff the bill. You’ll zelle her later. “Give me my phone back. I can’t believe you! Just so you know, I’m totally messaging him now and I’m going to tell him all about–”

“Bestie, please get off me.”

The urgency in your voice makes her stutter, makes her look at you and whatever it is you’re trying to project in your eyes, (you’re hoping it’s desperation, drama, and dread – the triple d’s) she finds it. It all happens in slow motion, as if you witness a storm rally across her face – confusion to concern, and then when she looks up and registers that there is a world beyond only your two existence, does awe strike her face.

She hobbles off you and decides to clutch your upper arm for support.

“Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, athletic trainer,” she says as breathily as you did earlier.

Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, athletic trainer has been the topic of conversation for the end portion of your lunch. Your best friend had listed off a good deal of applicants she had swiped through, much to your equal dismay and reluctant curiosity.

Being married, she thinks it’s time for you to settle down. You don’t share those opinions, but entertaining the fantasy never hurts. That is, until she swipes through Iwaizumi’s profile. Your best friend, as best friends do, immediately notices your interest beyond a superficial one. Educated in the United States, avid fan of Godzilla, polo shirt aficionado, and a cute picture of him and his friend in front of the Hollywood sign has you sold. His friend, despite being put in a headlock by Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, athletic trainer, is equally attractive, but in a more symmetrical kind of way, the one that society accepts and puts in magazines. This guy, on the other hand, exudes big brother energy. There’s a sturdiness to him, a capability that you can rely on and you’ve always been attracted to people that can take care of you.

“Ooohhh,” Bestie smiles when she finds you staring at his photos a little too long, “you like this one.”

“Nope.”

“You do!”

“I do not.”

“Oh my gosh, you do!”

The back and forth lasts much longer than it should and before you know it, you’re running out of the restaurant with her phone in tow before she can cause any damage. You were looking for a low-stakes date, one for shits and giggles, not someone you actually want to impress because you know you’ll definitely fail to.

And fail you do.

“We’ve established that.” The object of your desire looks at your best friend dryly and it’s then you notice that he still has your hand around your wrist. It’s massive. You want to shriek your way out of his grip but just the weight of his limb holds you in place. It feels like a trial run, one that ascertains all your assumptions. Capability exudes from his touch and tone alone. Is it possible to fall in love at first touch? “I am Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, athletic trainer.”

““Holy crap. When Tinder said you were 1 kilometer away, they weren’t lying.”

He ignores her statement, instead inquiring, “You are?”

“The bestie.” She grins, sweetness of spring upon her lips. Suddenly so well-behaved, she shoots you one side glance of warning before continuing her introduction. “27, Bestie’s matchmaker.” Then she shakes your upper arm, indicating to you. “And this is the matchmakee.”

That’s hardly a word but neither you nor Iwaizumi correct her.

“Also 27 and lover of men who wear polo shirts and/or Godzilla costumes.”

He gives you a peculiar look. “You like guys who cosplay as Godzilla?”

You open your mouth to retort but Bestie interrupts you once again. “If you're the one doing the cosplaying.”

“I don’t.” You and him both say to defend yourselves. That thoroughly entertains her, and when she glances down, her grin widens with her eyes full of manic and mischief.

“That’s okay. They’re also great at running and love it when men hold their wrist.”

His reaction time is much slower than you expect. He stares at where the two of you are joined for a second too long. You watch the way the tips of his ears flush, like red dye fading into water. He drops your hand immediately once he processes the sight. You grip your long lost wrist into your other hand, holding them in front of your face to hide the embarrassment growing behind it.

This is exactly what you had been trying to avoid but Bestie revels in it, especially Iwaizumi’s flustered look. Poor guy was living his life normally and unexpectedly crashed into not one, but two trainwrecks consecutively.

“Sorry about her.” You try to amend this situation even if it’s hardly salvageable. Your pride has slipped down the sewer grates, but maybe you can save Iwaizumi from her lack of shame. “She’s in one yuzu spritzer too many. Low tolerance for citrus. Scurvy or something.”

“I think scurvy is when someone is actually lacking vitamin C in their diet.”

“You did not strike me as pedantic from your profile,” Bestie observes beside you and you shove your elbow into her ribs, making her wheeze out the final word. She’s said enough and you know you’ve ruined this poor man’s day. He’ll probably call his mom about it, or maybe his therapist if he has one because this truly is one traumatic incident.

“We’re going to get out of your hair now,” You start tugging your companion out of the situation, eager to put this behind you. “Sorry about this whole thing.

“Hey, hold on.” He grabs your wrist, the same one he just let go of, and darn that authoritative tone. It leaves no room for no so you stop in your step. The three of you make an obstructive train on the sidewalk that requires people to awkwardly move out of their way to avoid you. He immediately lets go again when Bestie whistles out an easy there, Tiger accompanied by a playful grin. When you get a chance, you’re calling her wife because for some reason, she can’t behave herself without her.

You wonder why he keeps doing this. Latching onto your wrist like an eel, only to spit you back out as if you’re not his favorite flavor, as if he mistook you for matcha when in reality you’re wasabi. You won’t lie. It stings, at least a little.

The flush is back in his ears and dripping down to his neck like sunset bleeding into dusk. He hides his lips behind his fist, glancing down, before clearing his throat and staring directly at you. You almost flinch at the intensity of his gaze.

He says your name, last name then first. “Right? 27, market research analyst?”

“Right,” You hesitate the same way he did when the two of you first bumped into each other.

“I recognize you. I just matched with you on Tinder.”

Hardly processing, excessively blinking, “You? You just matched with me on Tinder? You swiped right on me?”

“Yes.” He chuckles nervously. “Did you not want me to?”

“Want? Yes. Expect? No.”

“Well, I did.”

“Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, athletic trainer just matched with me.” You mutter the sentence quietly to yourself, like a pep talk because the reality of the situation is hard to accept.

“Hajime.” He says, “just Hajime.”

“Just Hajime,” Bestie teases into your ear but still loud enough for him to hear.

“Oh my gosh. Are you sure you don’t want to unmatch after all of this?” You gesture into your companion’s general area. “After having to deal with this?”

“Well I’d rather go on a date without the matchmaker, but no.” He agrees softly and just the way he looks makes your heart burn. You want to squish him like a teddy bear for being so cute even when he looks rock solid. “I have my fair share of nosy friends. Nothing can compare to the way they act in public.”

You wonder if the friend from the Hollywood sign is one of them.

“I can tell when I am not wanted.” Bestie slips from your grasp and points her finger between you two. “But don’t forget that this happened because of me. I want to be mentioned in the wedding vows.”

Then she walks away, whispering into your ear that she will be at the FamilyMart across the street.

“Sorry.” This is what? Your third time apologizing for her? “She likes to jump the gun.”

“You like to jump into my arms.”

You open your mouth, pleasantly surprised by his statement, and try to defend yourself but find yourself speechless. Skimming past the golden curves of his shoulders and aiming your gaze at his biceps, you shrug.

“Yeah, I think I do.”

His entertainment is contagious, you think when his blushy chuckle makes your cheeks go taut.

A shake of his head, verdant eyes look at you, saying your first name, just your first name, testing it out on his lips. It’s not graceful but it washes onto you, smoothing out along your skin like a shower that transitions from cold to just right.

“Hajime.” You say, fighting the urge to complete his full biography. 27. Athletic trainer. Man I’m going to marry.

You quickly cross the last thought out. Bestie must have contaminated your brain for a second.

“Will you go on a date with me?” He asks.

“Will you cosplay as Godzilla for me?”

“I do not own a Godzilla costume.”

“Fine. I guess I can settle for one carry in those biceps of yours.”

“That, I can do.”

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Agent Neko

Summary: Kuroo is always coming and going. You and Neko try to give him a reason to stay.

Genre: neighbors to lovers; fluff; Kuroo owns a dog named Neko; minor mention that Kuroo has abandonment issues.

Word count: 1.5k

A/n: writing for someone outside my usual? personally impressed. this was also just a stupid idea that somehow became way too long

“Okay, so remember that he eats soft foods for lunch now because of his poor little teethies.” You rub your knuckles against Neko’s cheeks. The movement lasts for two seconds until the spritely Shih Tzu mix’s tongue, whose haircuts rival his worst hair days, laps at your fingers happily.

Kuroo’s tender heart can’t stand the adorable sight. The genetic abomination looks like an eight year old’s worn out stuffed animal with one eye missing (one that you like to blame on an incident you’ve ominously dubbed as Final Mission), a tongue lollygagging down the right side of his muzzle thanks to some lost teeth, wiry hair that cannot be contained even with salon conditioner for dogs, and to top it all off, is ironically named Neko.

Kuroo was the one who named him despite it being his ex that wanted a dog so bad. If they had to get a pet, one that he warned he’d barely be able to take care of because he’s rarely home as it is, the only stipulation would be that he’d get to name it. He likes to think the name Neko fits the dog perfectly, having adopted him after he looked like he’d lived eight lives already and finally decided to retire after the eventful last mission.

You enjoy the theory, adding flourishes of your own like how Neko is a former agent who once had a lover who crossed him, leading to the lost eye. Or how one of Neko’s first missions landed him in France and that’s where he gained the penchant and insatiable appetite for high-end cheese.

His ex on the other hand, did not find it amusing. Not much of what Kuroo did was humorous to them, more eye roll inducing than anything so it shouldn’t have been surprising that after a trip from Poland to visit Ushijima, he found an abandoned apartment and Neko in your, his next door neighbor, care because they wanted nothing to remember him by.

Sure, it required a few impromptu sessions with a therapist and talk of his abandonment issues originating from childhood to get over the breakup, but it honestly was the greatest thing to happen to him. Because as little as he is home, Agent Neko happens to be the most important thing in his life, right next to volleyball.

And the whole ordeal led him to you, the greatest dog sitter to ever exist.

“Why does it sound like you’re the owner and I’m the dog sitter?” Kuroo bounces Neko in his arms, still enamored by the way he licks your fingers.

“Maybe because someone decided to go to Italy and visit some star setter but didn’t come back with any delectable Italian cheeses.” You cradle Neko’s face into your hands, flopping his ears back and forth as you coo. “Right, Neko? Isn’t he the biggest meanie?”

“Cheese would never get past customs and you know that.” Kuroo tries to defend himself despite the ridiculous argument.

You tilt Neko’s face up at his owner, a small little purr in his chest develops when you scratch the back of his ears. “Look at this face and tell him he can’t have Italian cheese. He saved your life from a nuclear explosion back in 2016. The whole world too and all undercover and this is how you repay him?”

Kuroo lifts the barely ten pound dog so he can speak to him face to face — man to dog.

“You get it, right Neko?” Kuroo should feel ridiculous engaging with his dog like he can understand him, ridiculous that the two of you continue to play up the charade, convinced that what’s in his arms is a former assassin that’s murdered at least a handful of people. But he doesn’t feel embarrassed at all. In fact, these little moments, the tidbits you share whenever he facetimes you for an update, are what he eagerly awaits for the whole duration of the plane ride home. He thinks of going home, Neko in his arms, and you animatedly recounting the two of your adventures. “You’re a traveled fellow so you know how it is.”

One eye blinks back at him followed by a needy whine as his tongue rolls out again, hoping to catch the tip of his nose.

“Demoted.” You point at Kuroo playfully. “It is as Neko commands. I am now his new owner.”

“Don’t worry buddy. I’ll make up for it. Soon, you’ll have the best rice in your belly from Uncle Kita.”

“You’re leaving again?” The lighthearted nature of the conversation tenses when he sees the surprised look on your face. He’s familiar with it, frequently bearing the expression as a child, disappointment filling his chest every time his father would leave before he’d wake and come back long after he’d fallen asleep.

Shame filters through him as he rubs the back of his neck. He stumbles over his charming facade, stammering words that refuse to come out. “Well, you see, heh–”

He thinks it’s the look in your eyes that has him short circuiting. There’s a weight in your expression, something that begs to tie him down and keep him planted. It’s a weird feeling that Kuroo hasn’t considered in a long time. He hasn’t felt anchored to the idea of home which is why he doesn’t own a single houseplant, a suitcase is always half packed, and if his say had ever mattered, he would have never adopted Neko. Yet for some reason, three blinking eyes, pouty lips, and one lopsided tongue makes him reconsider.

“You’re such a great dogsitter. Dog owner actually! The best in the whole apartment building, maybe even Tokyo. And Neko loves hanging out with you. He whines every time I take him on a walk and pass your door without stopping by. And you’ve—“

“Quit trying butter me up. I’m nothing like the athletes you need to talk up just to play a volleyball game. You know I’d watch Neko for free.” You give the dog a kiss on the top of the head, before peppering another two because you can’t help yourself. “You’re so stinking cute!”

Neko’s closed eye pant shows his love for the affection, something that Kuroo shares with him. Because you’re rather cute too. In kinship. He has to clarify — because it’s good to know that the things he treasures, you treat with the same care.

“I only thought you’d be here longer.” Standing back up to your proper height, you direct your question at him before taking a step forward, a nonverbal cue that it’s time to make his way out. “When will I have my roommate again?”

Kuroo turns around to head toward your door. “Two weeks from now.”

A vision of black cloth next to a dirty pair of athletic shoes at the side of the door makes him stop in his tracks so unexpectedly you run into his back.

“Ooof. Kuroo—“

He takes Neko into one hand and crouches down, picking up the fabric. The slight bounce confirms his suspicions and really, it feels like the air is thinning. That’s the only reason why he’s lost his breath right?

“Are these knee pads? Are you playing volleyball?” He asks after turning to face you. You take two seconds to register his question and the intent across his face.

A sheepish chuckle, you look to the side and totter in your stance, doing your best to remain nonchalant.

“Maybe.”

Even Neko snorts at your blatant lie.

“Well there’s this really hyped up all-star match coming up. And this super handsome sports promoter has been campaigning for the sport for like ever.” Your hands are moving swifter than your words like you're nervous. “Honestly, he can’t stop talking about it, it's kind of annoying. But he’s a little cute and his eyes light up every time he does. And he started brushing his hair recently so it looks so soft. And apparently Neko played a lot of volleyball during his stint in Russia so I figured why not try?”

Okay, there’s a fire. There’s a fire in this building because now Kuroo can’t breathe and the temperature in his body is rising. The knee pads drop from his hand to hide his face that is more than likely blushing. “Are you— are you trying to talk me up right now?”

“You may not have to butter me up, but maybe I do.” The smile you bear is almost sinful. Kuroo feels like he’s going to combust on the spot. “Because really, what’s the best dog owner in Tokyo got to do to make you stay? Is two weeks really enough to get good at volleyball?”

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